thf lil law
thf lil law
THF Lil Law – Toss A 4
[Intro]
FuckTheLaw, man
[Chorus]
Toss a 4
Every nigga on my block gon’ blow his jock or wipe a nose
I had love for dude, I took my heart back when that bitch told
Yeah, my wrist and neck cold, that’s the only time I’m froze
And that bitch I tote go, “flrr, flrr, flrr,” this ain’t no ghost
[Verse]
Cool with them callin’ me a snake, I ain’t no G.O.A.T
Who want smoke?
Not them boys from down the street ’cause them boys hoes
All of them got hit (Flrr)
Sayin’ names, I’ll run out of both fits
I get fly and don’t post pics ’cause I go drill up out of my shit
I’m a snake, so you might hear a hiss and all that type of shit
I get pissed, I’m goin’ to grab my sticks and doin’ some dirt with them (Flrr)
Before I took a 30, I was playin’ Wells late night with my two nicks (Baow)
Just a lil’ jit, but I was legit
A nigga died for dissin’ the gang, that’s what he get
I really could chill, you know how many blocks I spinned, shots I sent? (Flrr, flrr)
Glocks I took from niggas that really didn’t use ’em
Took them bitches right to the trenches
Nuk, here go a nick’
Lil’ Mick get you the nine if they big with the stick
I’ma live and die with my heart in this shit
Can’t say the 4 without addin’ a motherfuckin’ 6
Draco, Jackie Chan, ain’t got the wood in the kit
I’ma go handle it, no, I ain’t mentionin’ him
I got that shit in body, I’m itchin’ again
All the handlers itchin’ to kill
I told my girl been too much peace in the hills
I gotta go to the hood, wanna hear some gunshots again (Brr)
Interrogation, don’t bend
Show me next the nigga, still don’t know him (Shh, I don’t know, I don’t know)
Have me red-handed, however it get, I still don’t know shit (Shh)
Any lick I would came across, my liner went on that bitch
They ever went live or seen’t they was outside, I went on they shit
[Chorus]
Toss a 4
Every nigga on my block gon’ blow his jock or wipe a nose
I had love for dude, I took my heart back when that bitch told
Yeah, my wrist and neck cold, that’s the only time I’m froze
And that bitch I tote go, “flrr, flrr, flrr,” this ain’t no ghost
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THF Lil Law – Mask Down
[Intro]
LawFuckTheLaw
All fuck 12
Belt boy, handler
THF or death
I just gave y’all the introduction
[Chorus]
Mask down, gloves on, that’s what time it is (Vaze on the track, boy)
And I ain’t even come out for this, I spent three K on this fit (Ayo, Carter, you gone crazy)
He sent a lil’ diss, it ain’t do thing until he got clapped and killed
Yeah, I can switch up the state, get the fuck out the way, but I’m really in love with this shit
This what it is, we ain’t gon’ speak how it was and shit
CPD hate that rappin’ free Jeffery, they wanna do me like Thug and them
Knowin’ it’s a rat runnin’ with a wire, so my mouth, it be on hush and shit
If you wasn’t there whеn I hopped out bustin’, keep it one hundred, I don’t fuck with niggas
[Verse]
It usеd to be love with niggas
I tried to fix it, now fuck ’em, I’m jumpin’ them fences
And I only did it ’cause I seen the big in the picture
When the bros talkin’ to me, I listen
I got a spot in the A, got a spot in the Bay, but I’m still out here in the trenches
I gotta call my girl, I ain’t call my mama, they still ridin’ ’round in [?]
I’m tired of complainin’ and they already know how it go, I ain’t pullin’ over none of them bitches
My mama be lookin’ at me crazy, my girl ain’t trippin’, she already know how I’m livin’
FuckTheLaw, you gotta tell us a lil’ more shit, we wanna know how you livin’
A normal day Dada drivin’, oh, Murder, he right on the side, I’m in the back with them pistols
Workout day, we finna pull and push up all on those niggas
And I ain’t worried ’bout shit, I know we get busy, I got my belt brothers with me
I got the grip on this bitch, it barely move when it’s blickin’
They gotta take that bitch like a barber was trimmin’
Walk that boy down, put them hollows up in him, he was hollerin’, nigga
And I don’t fuck with all the snakes, but some of the real ones
I’m in the bulletproof ridin’ with Grouchy and Skinny
And I keep Lil Sosa with me, I’m makin’ it two times for niggas
My hood, they see it, they tell me, “Keep goin’ in”
I’m on they ass with belt in my hand
I come to kill everybody, I ain’t sparin’ they ass
[Chorus]
Mask down, gloves on, that’s what time it is
And I ain’t even come out for this, I spent three K on this fit
He sent a lil’ diss, it ain’t do thing until he got clapped and killed
Yeah, I can switch up the state, get the fuck out the way, but I’m really in love with this shit
This what it is, we ain’t gon’ speak how it was and shit
CPD hate that rappin’ free Jeffery, they wanna do me like Thug and them
Knowin’ it’s a rat runnin’ with a wire, so my mouth, it be on hush and shit
If you wasn’t there when I hopped out bustin’, keep it one hundred, I don’t fuck with niggas